Chapter 8 His Return 1

I kept wondering why all of my step siblings were older than I am if this woman was the mistress? Does this mean mum is the actual mistress? No it can't be. I tried to get the thoughts off my head, there are lot of things I'm yet to understand and mum is not in the right state of health to tell me.

"Hello everyone I'm happy to be part of this family, I hope to be a good daughter and sister to you!" I said with a smile looking at everyone. "Welcome Hazel" Maria gave me a sweet smile and I smiled back at her. Belle, Daina and Tyler started eating without looking at me, I ate too without a word to them.

After dinner the butler handed a file over to my dad, he opened the file and passed it on to me. "That's the contract of the business we have, you'll have to sign it right now and give it back to me!" I didn't have the time to read through it, so I just signed the contract and gave it back to him. "Is that all?" I asked to be sure of what I was doing.

"Yes, your work starts tomorrow!" Not waiting for me to reply he left the dinning room. "Tell me are you the daughter of the psyco woman" Bella said. Damn I wanted to kill her right now, I'm always very sensitive about my mum and I don't like people talking about her.

"Belle there's no point of being rude to your stepsister" Maria spoke this time as she used her napkin to clean her lips and left the table. "Goodnight children" Maria added as she left the dinning room.

"Tell me, is your mum the same psyco woman that took our father away from us?" Belle asked again staring at me viciously, I didn't think I could restrain myself any longer. "I guess that's true you're the illegitimate child in the house!" Belle added. "Was I supposed to get offended by your words? Oh... I'm so sorry!" I said sarcastically as I left the table. Heaven knows how hard I tried to restrain myself on that table. Maybe if I had hit her hard or twisted her big lips, then she would know to mind her business. For the rest of the week I made sure I never cross path with them to avoid troubles.

I couldn't believe the work I had come here to do was to look good and rest alot staying indoor. If dad was trying to pay for what he did to us, then it's not working, it takes more than material things to win our heart again. I became so tired of my stay here, I'm usually not the type of person to just sit around, since I was so bored I decided to go out and get a better view of the city.

 I asked the butler to prepare a ride for me, and in less than 2 minutes I left the house with a chauffeur and a bodyguard. We drove out of the estate, I was focused on my phone when I felt like the car had stopped. I raised my head to know why we stopped and was astonished by what I saw. In front of us were trails of black convoys accelerating in high speed, they were up to seven and behind them was a black Bugatti Veyron, behind the Bugatti were another seven convoys in Max speed.

"He's back!" The chauffeur said. "Mr Wilson?" The body guard asked. "Yes, I'm sure it's cause of the gala!" The chauffeur said.

I just didn't know my mouth was hanging open. Just who the hell is Mr Wilson? Indeed there was a different between being rich and being wealthy.